"Agent Light." One of the guards greeted him before opening the black steel door of the Oasis' main office. Agent Light, the man wearing a black tuxedo, nodded at the guard as he entered the office.
The OASIS was built five years ago by an unknown headmaster. Only the three head agents: Black, Light, and Silver, know who the headmaster is. Each agent has specific skills: Combat, sniping, and one is a licensed doctor. All of them are good at fighting but divided in the skills they mostly fit.
"It's been a while, sir." His butler bowed as a sign of respect and to greet him. The four head agents do not visit the headquarters often, the reason why their people are delighted whenever one of the heads visits the camp. The butler served him coffee before coming out of the office.
Agent Light is the quietest agent among the three. He is in charge of the weapons that the OASIS uses. Agent Light is the best sniper in the organization. Three years ago, the headmaster gave him a Barrett MRAD as a gift, which he displays on the wall behind his desk.
"That gang is fucking us up, huh?" He talked to himself as he opened his laptop. Hundreds of unread emails are there; some are already months ago. He realized that he hadn't been in the headquarters for almost a year, either the other two head agents. Well, there are no other things to do besides the training of the recruits and the mass release of weapons. The head agents' butler can do those tasks without them.
Agent Light opened one of the desk's drawers to pick up a black flash drive before inserting it into his laptop. He grinned when the hidden files from the Broskov mafia were all there. Light asked this task his butler a few months ago, and he is glad for a job well done.
Broskov Mafia, led by Zylanhiv Broskov. A mafia who are slowly climbing up on the ranks of the underworld organizations. They are behind the ruthless killing of the people at the town square a year ago to indicate their power. They have constantly tried communicating with the OASIS, but Light keeps rejecting them. "The OASIS doesn't need to ally with Broskov, we are already strong, and the headmaster hates jerks." He once said to his butler. But it seems like Broskov didn't like their answer; that is why he has been sending packs of bombs to the OASIS camp for weeks. The reason why Light came to the camp was to settle things up. He is thinking about how to reject Broskov's offer altogether when a knock cuts off his thoughts. His butler went inside and bowed. "Agent Light, we have received another bag of bombs from the Broskov, the 40th bag of bombs they have given us." Light massages his forehead before heaving a sigh. He has finally decided to take action.
"I need three level 3 agents within 10 minutes. Ready the van. We're raiding the Broskov." He declared, taking off his coat.
The OASIS divides into two ranks: the head agents: Black, Light, and Silver; and the lower ranks consisting of five levels, depending on the agents' abilities. Five is the highest; two is the lowest. Agents on level one are recruits and can't do missions.
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"Shadow, level three."
"Noah, level three."
"One, level three."
All level three agents bowed to Light after a short introduction.
"Sir, the van is ready." The butler said to him while giving Light a pistol.
"Let's go." Light announced, getting a hold of the pistol he hadn't used for a long time. He smirked; he could smell the blood when he touched his weapon.
The four agents went inside the van, and the driver greeted them. "It's been a while, Agent Light." The driver named Z said while turning on the truck.
"Yeah. I can't help but get excited." Light replied. He is sitting in the passenger seat. He grinned when the driver gave him a large iced coffee. "Fuck you, Z." Light said, and the driver laughed.
"Buckle up. We're going to the Broskov mansion." He announced before hitting the pedal.
"By the way," Z started.
"How are the other heads? I haven't seen them for a long time." He asked.
Light sighed after sipping from his coffee. "I still can't contact Silver. And I don't want to talk about Black. That shithead is annoying as fuck." He said, making Z laugh out loud.
"I thought your relationship with sir Black had changed, but it was still the same as before."
"He's a shithead. He'll stay a shithead forever."
Amongst the three heads, Black and Light have a cat and mouse relationship. They are always fighting, even in front of their comrades. When they fight, they don't seem professional because of their childish acts. Light is a quiet guy, but Black can let out his loud self. Light cannot stand him. That's why he always tries to stay calm whenever they are together.
Forty-five minutes after, the OASIS arrived at the Broskov territory. A huge mansion surrounded by high walls with tight security from the front and back, an electrified fence at the top of the wall, and guards armed with heavy-duty guns.
Z stopped the van at the gate to open the window beside him, showing his ID to one of the guards. "Z, from the OASIS. We have an appointment with your bald head boss." He said, and the guard furrowed his brows, scanning his identification card. He called at the main house, nodding when he confirmed they had an appointment with their boss. He signaled to the other guard to open the gate.
"Thanks, fucker." He winks at the guard before closing the van's window. Light, who was sitting beside him, cackled. The van stopped right in front of the mansion's main door. Five people are waiting for them there. "I'm going to wait here, boss," Z announced while pulling out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.
Light went outside along with the three agents. Broskov's man opened the main door, and a luxury interior welcomed them. A big gold chandelier was waving, and several missing paintings were in the hallway. "The boss is on the second floor, the room with the gold door, Agent Light." A man wearing a suit went to them. Light nodded, fixing his tie, and began walking to the staircase. "Your boss loves to flex the stuff he stole, huh?" He raised a question to the man who was with them as they climbed upstairs. The former did not answer until they reached Broskov's room.
They saw a man wearing a beige suit staring outside through the window. He turned around when he heard the door was closed. A smile formed in his mouth when Zylanhiv saw Light, wearing his white mask covering his entire face. Zylanhiv can only see his eyes, making him chuckle. The other agents are wearing their respective masks as well. Since they are under agent Light in this mission, they wear the same full-face masks.
"Have a seat, agent Light. I cannot believe that I finally see you." Zylanhiv said before sitting in his chair. Light sat at the chair in front of him, and the other three stood.
"What's up? Have the OASIS finally decided to ally with us? If yes, we'll be the most powerful mafia in the underworld, and we can do whatever we want after that." He proudly exclaimed. Light scuffs, placing both of his legs on Broskov's table. The latter gasped. His face turned into an angry one.
"Let down those, Light. I hate people with bad manners."
Light smirked at what Broskov had said. "Me, too." He replied, pulling out the pistol from his coat and pointing it to Broskov. "I'm not here to ally with you. We're the strongest organization in the underworld, and the OASIS doesn't need weak allies." He declared before pulling the trigger.
Blood has scattered into the room, making Light disgusted. He stood up to remove his coat of a small amount of blood-stained.
"I bet hundreds of his weak men are waiting outside that door. I leave the rest to the three of you." He commanded; the three agents nodded as they prepared themselves to battle.